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Mothers’ Love

It is a belief
it is a thought
it has been passed on.
it has stood the test of time.
As every rule has an exception
The thoughts that come down
have many exceptions
that have to be read through
before passing statements
before framing maxims.
One such thought is the love of mother.
Mother love is pure.
It is nectar, the essence
goes on in stories and poems
Majority feel so
As everywhere the majority have a go
the minority have to turn and go
It so being
mothers are wicked
not to all her children
but to a few
for reasons known to none
but for reasons known to her.
Take this into consideration
when you next pen and eulogise
” Mothers Love” my dear friend.

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The Great Story Teller

My mother has a daughter
fair and lovely
with thick black hair
and big laughing eyes .
She is a nice child at times
but naughty most of the time.
My mother scolds her all the same
for not keeping quiet and breaking things.
My father always takes her in his arms
whether she be good or bad
it does not matter to him.
she loves him the most
but no, no she loves her mother too
for if she knows she likes her not
she would give a big pinch.
please do not tell her
what i told you it is but a secret.
The little daughter is no other girl
it is me ,me. cried my grand-daughter.

As told by her when she. came to see me some time back.

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Do little And Do more.

The two sisters in a town
Do little and Do more
lived happily in a house
making their mother mad.
.

Do little did little
or remained doing nothing
making her mother
do all the more.

Do more did more
or did chaotically more
making her mother
do it once more.

The Do little lazily
slept in a bed cosy
eating and sleeping being
her daily chores.

The Do more enthusiastically
worked always systematic
cleaning, cooking gardening .
not missing any of her duties.

The mother caught in between
the sisters dull and bright
had a tough time
overseeing and completing .

One did nothing
while the other did everything
leading to nothing the result
in both the cases is zero.

Imagine the mother
doing everything not once
but twice all day
getting exhausted all the more.

Do little is better of the two
doing and spoiling nothing
Do more spoilt all things
by doing everything.

Nothing apparently has more value
than infinity uncountable
Learning a lesson we understand
do anything only if you know.

Tags exhausted, lazy. enthusiasm. extremes, mother, Poem

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Unabated Cry.

The babe was crying.
while the mother was sleeping.
Hearing the baby’s cry
the mother opened her eyes.
Rocked the cradle few times
to make the little one sleep in time.
The baby continued crying.
The mother unknowing
at the moment what to do
resorted to feeding in a go.
The lady of the next house
came in swift toes.
Looking at the baby close
she found a small ant in force
biting the baby under the nose.
Smiling she caught the ant red
and put the baby in the bed.

Tags ant, baby, crying, feeding., Lady, mother, Poem, smile

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Feeding A Child

My child does not eat is every mother’s groan.
He eats too little and looks like a bone.
Oh! he would turn weak cries the mother in a sad tone.

It is an unnecessary worry says the grand mother.
She talks with experience in an authenticated tether.
She brushes aside the fear to a thither.

The child would not resist hunger all times
He would eat when his tummy lets out a chime.
He knows to balance the diet with required enzymes.

Pushing food down the gullet is extraneous.
Feeding him when he is not hungry is erroneous.
Compelling him to gobble food is fallacious.

Most mothers want their ward to grow instantly.
They wish their child to become strong immediately.
They show impatience in seeing them gain weight gradually.

Well, a child is not a lifeless being.
He has to assimilate things in periods intervening.
Lest it would lead to a suffocation stifling.

Tags advice., Child, feeding., grand mother experience, growth, hunger, immediately, instantly, mother, Poem, worry

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A Deal

Post author By meenas17
Post date May 14, 2012
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Eat vegetables calls the father.

Drink fruit juice pleads the mother.

Take cereals for breakfast shouts the father.

Have a cup of milk compels the mother.

The six-year-old has a lot to bother.

She prefers chips and muffins altogether.

She looks beseechingly at her father.

She turns lovingly at her mother.

Her eyes express her desire rather.

Would she have her choice? a pointer.

Never would she we gather.

Tags cereals, Child, chips, Desire, father, fruits, gather., juice, milk, mother, muins, never, Poem, vegetables

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So on and So forth

Anxiety mounts up.

Tension creeps up.

Fear rises up.

Pressure scales up.

The results are coming up.

It is not the presidential election.

It is neither the award presentation.

Do not look at me that way.

Do not call me silly.

I await, I see through the gateway.

It is the promotion of my child always.

From Kindergarten to grade 1.

From grade 1 to grade 2.

So on and so forth.

Tags anxiety, Child, grade 1, grade 2., kindergarten, mother, obsession, Poem, pressure, Progress, promotion, tension

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The Loving Grand Pa

Early in the morning there was a sound.

It was not the cock a doodle do.

It was not the clock’s ding-dong.

It was not the baby’s shrill cry.

It was not the bird’s sweet call.

It was not the mother’s shout.

It was not the father’s retort.

It was not the boy’s grumbling.

It was not the paper boy’s cycle bell.

It was not the milkman’s loud alarm.

It was not the whistling tea-pot.

It was not the hissing shower.

It was, it was, a snore.

Emanating from grand pa.

Tags Age, baby, bell, bird, Child, cock, Effect, fact., father, grand pa., Humour, milkman, mother, paper boy, Poem, shower, snore, Sound, tea-pot, true

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The Child’s Cry

It is a feeble noise soft and shrill

It is something of a sob from afar,

It evokes a sensation of chill,

Keeping us in cold so far.

It is a cry of a child a little away,

The little one must be in unbearable pain,

It is an uneasiness which she cannot say,

She sheds tears like an incessant rain.

The mother could not calm her down,

She did what she could in full fast,

The child continued to cry in a drone,

Making everyone sad in aghast.

It went like that for a short duration,

The child then gradually stopped wailing,

The mother fed her on and off without affectation,

The child then dozed off in a smooth sailing.

The mother then breaks down uncontrollably,

Slides down the aisle suppressing her fears,

Holding the little one to her bosom closely,

She sings a lullaby brushing aside her tears.

Tags Fear, Lullaby, mother, pain, slides. sings, tears

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